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Monday, August 20, 2007
The Fisherman's Memorial from afar. It's that somewhat melancholy time of the summer when you really start to notice that the sun is rising a little later in the mornings and setting increasingly early in the evenings. Not that I don't enjoy the Fall - in fact it's my favorite season here in New England - but there's just something inherently depressing about the first night that it's dark before eight o'clock.